Going to Monti’s with Alice tonight. Love that restaurant. I’ll be honest, when I imagine “whoso,” my fantasized wine bar, I see much of what one encounters when they walk through Monti’s doors. Great wine list, food, and hospitality. Perfectly romantic, subtly luminous, dining area, with a sweet, mysterious scent pervading every corner, section.
In the mood for a Petit Verdot. Now I could use a pour. The Racer, boring me. Think I have A.D.D. Don’t all artists? My character Kelly, currently see her walking along the levy, a levy, in Santa Barbara by herself, contemplating the next stage of her days. As I am mine.